Lyrics

I don't know what to think anymore Every time I look around, I'm utterly dumbfounded Hipster vegetarians with designer paper cup lattes going to Rock shows to idolize the talent they don't even try for Gaggles of yittering, plastic girl two-faced scavengers With a built-in need to be narrow Their body mind equal to the size of their jeans If the shithead baggy clothed hoodlums Gathering around the shiny objects they call "bling" Are in any of the alpha, then we were From the beginning as a species Obscenely sized automobiles blaring the words Of someone with nothing to say With backgrounds barely discernible From the revving of engines around them I can't even walk down the street without a constant reminder Of people's hopelessness and inability to look after one another What do we do? We pay a guy already richer than us To look after us and those around us And then they take our money and power And give it to people already richer than them It's a hopelessly endless cycle that we can't get out of No matter what part of that cycle we perceive ourselves to be in No matter what part we think we fit or how high we think we are And every one of us is helpless to resist The power and conceived creativity of those above us Every person we need to love Helplessly pinned by this system of control By the media, by the government, by the militarized The economization of the things we own The things we hope for The things we think The things we know Pinned, helpless, and feeble as if oily Savvy muscles are torn from our bones Pray, pray So we try to outguess each other Staying ahead, succeeding the system we think we comprehend A prick of light to pin our hopes to Those are then been dashed The mercury walls where our mind is stopped Left to perceive these walls with a god-like celestial fortune Spinning all around our floating, pneumatic egos Those egos only connecting with one another Out of a perceived understanding of superiority To the other around them on some He may be richer, but I'm better looking She may give good head, but I looked better in this skirt Our victories, little more than under failing of other failures Our trophies, little more than the future generation's trash heap Discovered words, mementos of love long forgotten Occasional signs of the attempted creation of legacy Of those legacies, trying to make something unforgettable Unique, something true Truth, the fools gold of our era